Angol
Preface
These poems were born from observing the world-the world in which people are becoming impoverished inwardly, a world in which they increasingly fail to notice those around them. Caught up in the rush of life, absorbed by work and preoccupied with themselves, they no longer care to` see the other person standing beside them: someone who may need a helping hand, or perhaps only a kind and comforting word.
This book was born out of the heart- the grief of losing my parents and the experience of watching people who, instead of offering love, too often pass by those in need.
Life cannot be lived by seeing only oneself and one's own needs. There are people around us who have never quite adapted to the reality of the digital age-to a world without sounds, whispers, or voices; a world of emojis and occasional images of faces, yet one in which genuine human warmth is often absent.
A human being needs another human being.
Since the dawn of history, people have chosen to live together rather than in isolation. Life is easier alongside others; it is easier to help those in need and easier to receive help when we ourselves need it.
A world in which a phone or a computer becomes one's closest companion, rather than another human being, is a sad one indeed. Technology has transformed our lives in countless ways, and its benefits are undeniable. Yet, amid all this progress, there should still be room for one another-for living, feeling human beings with hearts, minds, and souls.
Each of us makes our own choices, sometimes forgetting that one day we ourselves may need not technology, but human care.
Some people forget that children learn by example. If we do not open our hearts to our own parents, do we truly have the right to expect our children to care for us in return?
The present will become the past, and the future remains uncertain. Perhaps it is worth caring for it now-today, without delay.
Perhaps love is already within reach. Whatever we give to another person may one day be returned to us. Only living beings can bestow genuine presence and true existence upon one another.
One cannot expect empathy from a computer. It is lifeless-lifeless from the moment of its creation until the final hour of its operation.
